C38 The priest ran toward the altar as if hell itself followed on his heels.

He didn’t have much time, minutes at best. Still, that might be enough. The others would have a warning at least. It was the best he could do given the circumstances.

Racing up the steps, he crossed to the tabernacle and spun the dials on the lock with trembling fingers. He set the second one incorrectly and had to do it again, losing precious seconds in the process. Opening the tabernacle